He is the knight Of the dying soul with the power of dreams. He is the shelter Of pain and regret With the fairy tales he eases tears. Taking the souls with caressing arms To the land of the dream he created Unlike Death, he lays delusions Of wishes as if they were real He erases repent, cleanses the astral body The Great Fairy Taler of the great divide Came to me while I was in an endless despise... He was the one Of the four angels serving the humanity They were the Fate Life and Death And the Fairy Taler he gives dreams They belittled him He struggled but defeated all once. He is the one, he is the knight, he owns the death Now all I have, The hope that he brought to my hands The ones that he took down, rises again... The Great Fairy Taler of the great divide Came to me while I was in an endless despise... He saw all I lost, found me in the arms of hell Came to me while I wasn't able to break my shell They were taking me, into where I ruin myself, I'm losing the all that I have, into where I am gone He came to me, and gave me the hope to revive, I'm breaking the age of demise, to where I was born Again...